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Updated: June 11, 2025
ACIS. You didn't even know what love was. ECRASIA. Oh! I adored you, you stupid oaf, until I found that you were a mere animal. ACIS. And I made no end of a fool of myself about you until I discovered that you were a mere artist. You appreciated my contours! I was plastic, as Arjillax says. I wasn't a man to you: I was a masterpiece appealing to your tastes and your senses.
Ss-s-s-sss! Are you mad, Arjillax? This is an outrage. An insult. The two sculptors issue from the temple. One has a beard two feet long: the other is beardless. Between them comes a handsome nymph with marked features, dark hair richly waved, and authoritative bearing. Can you play the flute?
These mixtures were made over and over again in the crude laboratories of the Silly-Clever Ages; but nothing came of them until the ingredient which the old chronicler called the breath of life was added by this very remarkable early experimenter. In my view he was the founder of biological science. ARJILLAX. Is that all we know about him? It doesnt amount to very much, does it?
THE NEWLY BORN. Just a little. Carry Pygmalion into the temple; and dispose of his remains in the usual way. Ecrasia, Arjillax, Strephon, and the Newly Born sit down as before, but on contrary benches; so that Strephon and the Newly Born now face the grove, and Ecrasia and Arjillax the temple. The Ancients remain standing at the altar. STREPHON. Or the wind from the sea at the turn of the tide!
Sooner than not drown me, you are willing to clasp me round the waist and jump overboard with me. ACIS. Oh, stop squabbling. That is the worst of you artists. You are always in little squabbling cliques; and the worst cliques are those which consist of one man. Who is this new fellow you are throwing in one another's teeth? ARJILLAX. Ask Martellus: do not ask me.
MARTELLUS. Do you mean to say you tried your own hand before you sent for me? PYGMALION. Bless you, yes, several times. My first man was the ghastliest creature: a more dreadful mixture of horror and absurdity than you who have not seen him can conceive. ARJILLAX. If you modelled him, he must indeed have been a spectacle. PYGMALION. Oh, it was not his shape. You see I did not invent that.
Or you dress yourselves up as dolls and act plays about them. THE SHE-ANCIENT. And, to deceive yourself the more completely, you take them so very very seriously that Ecrasia here declares that the making of dolls is the holiest work of creation, and the words you put into the mouths of dolls the sacredest of scriptures and the noblest of utterances. ECRASIA. Tush! ARJILLAX. Tosh!
Yet, as these live bodies, as we call them, are only machines after all, it must be possible to construct them mechanically. ARJILLAX. Everything is possible. Have you done it? that is the question. PYGMALION. Yes. But that is a mere fact. What is interesting is the explanation of the fact. Forgive my saying so; but it is such a pity that you artists have no intellect.
ACIS. Yes: inhuman. Why don't you fall in love with someone? ECRASIA. I! I have been in love all my life. I burned with it even in the egg. ACIS. Not a bit of it. You and Arjillax are just as hard as two stones. ECRASIA. You did not always think so, Acis. ACIS. Oh, I know. I offered you my love once, and asked for yours. ECRASIA. And did I deny it to you, Acis?
THE SHE-ANCIENT. I, like Arjillax, found out that my statues of bodily beauty were no longer even beautiful to me; and I pressed on and made statues and pictures of men and women of genius, like those in the old fable of Michael Angelo. Like Martellus, I smashed them when I saw that there was no life in them: that they were so dead that they would not even dissolve as a dead body does.
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